some rebels don't rebel

killing an arab - za cure

I'm standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But I hear no sound

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab

I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I choose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab

I feel the silver jump
Down smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
(Dead man on the beach)

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab


ain't it so? ain't it so? whichever i choose it amounts to the same - absolutely nothing. camus was one bloody good reader of the human soul. his heros are such losers and such winners at the same time. they are the rebels that don't rebel, some twisted motherfuckers... i guess they are some sort of wise people that see humanity for what it's worth and accept it without judging (or at least that's what they are trying to do).